Another Update! Longest Chapter yet! So I wasn't exactly sure how I wanted to continue this story but I'm thinking of doing a series of one shots like many of the other writers here on ff. I hope you like the way this is wrapping up. It should only be about one or two more chapters. Sorry if it disappoints! Oh and by the way I have absolutely no problem with any of the groups of people that Chuck describes the victim as, I just feel that this is how he would have described the guy to Blair. 3

"So Chuck, can you give me some details on this loser you've picked?" Blair asked her boyfriend, slapping his hand off her bare leg as they drove to Monkey Bar in his limo. She was looking forward to participating in the type of activities he seemed to be insinuating in the near future, but not now. Now she had a mission. Or rather Chuck did; humiliate an unsuspecting geeky Brooklynite and then celebrate with his beautiful girlfriend in the way that only Blair and Chuck could.

Chuck feigned an expression of hurt at Blair's rejection of his advances, but his face quickly returned to its trademark smirk as he began describing the victim he had selected for their little escapade.

"Well my darling, if you're into greasy haired, Rastafarians who listen to emo rap when they're not playing Call of Duty, then I'm sure you'll take a great fancy to him."

Blair laughed aloud and said, "Lover, he sounds just like my kind of man."

Chuck laughed along, but in actuality he was frightened out of his mind. Chuck had been so insecure about this game that he had literally chosen the one guy he could find who made every requirement on Blair Waldorf's List of Undesirable Qualities in Men. Even the guys name was classless and uninspired. Bob Jones. Chuck just hoped that he had chosen well and that Blair would not be at all tempted by this guy.

Although Chuck hid it well, Blair could read him like an open book; she could tell he was uncomfortable. This upset her a great deal. Didn't Chuck believe in her love for him? Didn't he know that she would not have given him up for anyone? Not even a Prince could keep Blair from Chuck. This loser who Chuck spoke of definitely could not compete.

Wanting to ease her boyfriend's worries, Blair stared deeply into Chuck eyes, saying "You know that you are the only one for me Charles Bass. This is just for fun because Breakfast at Tiffany's hasn't been on TV lately so I've been rather bored. This silly game could never ruin our relationship. It could only strengthen it."

Chuck saw Blair's earnestness in her eyes and believed her whole-heartedly. 'This will just be for fun and then we'll get busy afterwards,' Chuck assured himself silently.

Just then, the limo stopped. Chuck opened the door and climbed out, making way for his queen. Blair stepped out of the long, black car, looking absolutely stunning in a dark green off the shoulder cocktail dress. The pair walked over to the window of the bar and Chuck pointed Bob out to Blair. When she saw Bob, Blair grimaced and shot Chuck an evil look.

"Hey baby, you said I could choose!" he pronounced.

Blair giggled and walked towards the door. "Wait here Bass," she said to her boyfriend. "This really shouldn't take long. Come pretty soon though. I don't want his unclean body touching mine."

"I promise I will not fail you my queen!" Chuck joked.

Blair winked and glided through the door towards Bob.

Even though it had been her idea, Blair was anxious for this ordeal to be over. Chuck was looking especially delectable tonight in a Hugo Boss suit with a green bowtie that matched her dress perfectly, and she could not wait until he ran into the bar to defend her honor.

When Blair reached the bar, Bob was just ordering a drink.

"I'll have another rum and coke," said the unclean man to the closest female bartender. The woman gave him a look of disgust as she nodded, acknowledging his order.

Blair was similarly disgusted with this guy, but she gathered her courage together and sat down beside him.

"I'll have a gin martini with a twist and two olives please," Blair requested politely. The bartender gave her a grateful look, she was very clearly not used to common courtesy from the customers.

By then, Bob had noticed Blair. (I mean, who wouldn't have?) He turned to her with an incredibly creepy face and said, (in a voice that was astonishingly similar to that of the evil Jack Bass,) "What's a hot girl like you doing here all alone?"

Trying to keep her cool, even though this guy oozed pedophile, Blair smiled at him and pronounced, "I'm not alone actually. I'm just waiting for my boyfriend. He's going to be arriving soon."

At this, Bob looked around, smirking. "This boyfriend of yours doesn't seem to be around does he? Are you sure you're not just trying to play hard to get? 'Cause I promise, you seem well worth the work."

Blair cringed inwardly at the obvious innuendo but saved face, telling herself that Chuck would enter soon and then this whole thing would be over.

Abruptly however, Bob placed his hand on Blair's bare knee, and all of a sudden, her comfort level went from normal to almost non-existent. This guy was definitely starting to make Blair nervous.

Meanwhile, outside the bar, Chuck had been watching Blair and Bob interacting and he was starting to feel very unhappy. As a wave of inner turmoil crossed through his body, Chuck's cell phone began vibrating. Thankful for the distraction, Chuck grabbed his phone from the pocket of his pants and quickly glanced at the caller ID before flipping it open.

"Hey sis," he said to Serena. "What's up? I'm kind of in the middle of something. Can this wait?"

"Chuck! Erick's been in a car accident, you better come to the hospital as quickly as you can."

Momentarily as he heard these words, Chuck's heart stopped beating and he could not think. When his ability to form thought did return, all the brunette could think of was how yet another of his close relations had now been in an accident. What if Erick was not as lucky as Serena had been and the same thing happened to the blond boy as had happened to Bart? All Chuck knew was that he had to get to Erick and make sure that he was okay. Forgetting Blair, Chuck rushed back to his limo jumped inside and yelled at Arthur to get him to the hospital as quickly as possible.

So I guess this is what you call a cliffhanger!!!! My first ever! What's going to happen to Blair? And Erick? Truthfully I'm not sure, all I know is that Chair will always be endgame in my stories and that I'm going to wrap this up in the next chapter. I have a few ideas, but please offer suggestions! I would love to read them, along with your review! Thanks again! 3